Sport: Hungry Okie

He comes whooping and whipping out of the starting gate, a pale-faced
kid who fights for the lead right at the start so that no challenger
will spoil his view of the pot of gold waiting at the finish line. His
body high and forward, weight over the horse's withers, boots in two of
the shortest stirrups in racing, he is a jockey in a hurry. He is
strong enough to ride all afternoon, and he applies the measure of cold
cash, not sentiment, to his work. Shrugs Jockey Bob Ussery (rhymes with
fussery): "If I ride in the Kentucky Derby,...